Fic: It's Better Than Nothing (crisscolfer)
Darren was lying on his hotel room bed when his phone starting ringing. He turned to see Chris’s picture flash upon the screen. A smile appeared on his face as he answered, “Hello,”
“Hey. I miss you,” Chris stated.
“I miss you, too. So much,” Darren responded.
Since the Glee tour ended, Darren was in New York with his parents, visiting his brother and Chris was back home visiting his parents in Clovis. Darren was enjoying the time off with this family, he really was, but it would be better if Chris was there with him too. He hasn’t seen Chris for since they ended the tour in Europe and he just really wanted to touch him, kiss him, pleasure him, but he couldn’t.
Or could he?
“Chris, would you open to--,” Darren tried to get the words out but he was afraid of what Chris would think.
“Open to what, Dar?”
Darren took a deep breath and rushed the words out in one sentence, “Wouldyoubeopentophonesex?”
There was a couple of seconds of silence on the other end before Chris answered, “Yes,” he breathed out.
Darren exhaled in relief as his boyfriend agreed to the preposterous idea he came up with.
Neither of them began speaking, probably because neither of them knew what to do. Darren decided to ask Chris what he was wearing.
“A towel around my waist. I just got out of the shower,” The younger boy replied.
Darren pictured Chris laying on his bed, wearing nothing but a towel, his hair disarray from the water. Just that image made Darren hard and he decided to proceed with the activity, “Well I’m just wearing a purple shit with jeans,”
“What kind of shirt?” Chris asked.
“V-neck,”
“Oh God, I love you in v-necks, especially purple ones,”
“Well, I love you in just a towel,”
“Then picture me kissing you everywhere, trailing down to your cock,” Chris whispered seductively.
The tent in Darren’s jeans was growing larger, almost to an extent where it became painful.
“Chris, I need to get off. Now,”
“Then do it.”
Darren unzipped his jeans and threw them off. He then slid off his boxers, letting his dick spring free. He gently placed his hand around, not beginning to stroke just yet.
“Chris,” Darren began, “Imagine me on top of you with my hand around your cock,”
“Oh Darren,” Chris moaned.
Darren took that as a sign that Chris began stroking so Darren began to do the same. He started with slow movements, releasing a moan every now and then. He heard Chris moan his name from the speaker on the phone, and started stroking his dick faster.
“Chris,” Darren moaned out. He tried to be as quiet as possible, so as not to disturb the rest of the house.
He started pumping faster, on the verge of coming.
“Are you-Are you almost done?” Chris struggled to get out.
“Yeah,” Darren huffed.
A few more strokes and both boys were coming all over their hands and torsos. They waited a few minutes before speaking again as they tried to catch their breaths.
When they had a regained a steady breathing rhythm, Chris spoke, “That was... Different,”
Darren chuckled, “Yes it was, but it was pleasant,”
“I can’t wait till you’re back in California so I can things to you with my own hands.” Chris promised.
“Only two more weeks,”
“I guess until then, we’ll have to have phone sex.”
“It’s better than nothing.”